WOUNDED VERSES

You ask me for verses

In the absence of inspiration

You mocked me while I declare my love for you

You drive me away at my hearts pain

Until you tortured my brain

You left my soul tormented, withered, and sad,

Not a pleasure nor sorrow remain

Once there was a time, it is real

A time that, I use to hold you

Feeling your warmth

Listening to your heartbeat seems like music to my ears

You once applauded my verses

Of those blissful days and nights

Behind recollections you stayed in my mind

But after some days

Your tones transformed into whispers and faded away

Like a mysterious sounds

For I am out of your league

A peasant as far as you can see

Torn out of your world

Where like the scent of my perfume

You once said it smelled of death

Your affection for me sleeps in the air

I will forever endure the memories

While I crave for the alluring dreams

I yearn to hear your voice

Out on a far reaching shore

Like the moan of the ferocious waves

I wish that I could smile at your sun

and feel you inside my breast

I long to see the passion in your eyes

resembling volcanic fires burning wild

you desire that my verses abide by your wishes

as a poet's ardent spirited mind

I cry to the swift moving wind

that will take me to the farthest places

In earth and in heaven

You left me naked

should I face the tempest?

Or to escape from my dread destiny

I am foolish that instead of the good which I sought,

I should sail away from your world

To the valley of death that haunts me

for all of my dream laden hours

Love, and eagerness

I built castles in the air

beneath the blue skies

Where I always see your face

I wish I have magical powers

that I can sing about love, for, like a wounded traveller

My heart is weighed down, and in pieces

Here I am roaming through this wasteland devoid of peace

The pangs in my soul never ends.....